Declan goes to his room

Declan got up from his chair. There was nothing else for him to do except try to put some distance between him and Lucas and find a way out of this mess. The breakfast scene had already pushed him close to his limit. He couldn’t sit there any longer watching his wife spank herself red or his mother and sisters acting like trained pets.

"May I go to my room, master. I am done eating," he said to Lucas, keeping his voice steady and respectful.

Lucas raised an eyebrow at him, still chewing his pancakes. He looked like he was considering whether to let him leave or make him stay for more humiliation. After a moment, Lucas waved him away dismissively. At the same time, he reached out and squeezed Ciara’s breasts hard with his other hand. Ciara squealed with glee, her huge bouncy natural breasts spilling over his fingers as she pressed them further into his grip. Her thick thighs shifted in the chair and she let out a happy little moan, clearly loving the attention.

Declan took the opportunity to move away, slowly. He tried to hide how all these daily exhibitions of depraved behaviour had started to get to him. His steps stayed measured as he left the dining area and headed up the stairs. Every part of him wanted to run, but he knew better. The cameras were watching. He kept his face blank until he closed the door behind him.

Once inside his bedroom, Declan let out a long breath. The room felt like the only small piece of safety left in the house, even if it wasn’t truly safe. He walked over to his desk, pulled out his notepad from the drawer and sat down. Lucas had allowed both Aiko and Declan to keep their jobs, but only on the condition that they worked from home and didn’t leave the house or have too much outside contact unless absolutely necessary. This setup is how Declan and Aiko had been communicating for the past week. Declan would write notes on pieces of paper, crush them into small balls and throw them in the dustbin after a while. Aiko, playing her role as the maid, would collect the trash every now and then. She would read his notes carefully and sometimes leave hidden replies for him when she cleaned the house. It was risky and slow, but it was the only way they could talk without Lucas knowing.

Declan stared at the blank paper for a long moment. He did not know what he could even write to her this time. He had been a failure of a husband. The guilt ate at him. He had let this happen. He had turned down going with Ciara to Egypt, if only he knew what was to come. He had failed to protect any of them. In the end, he just wrote that he was sorry and promised her that he would find a way out of this situation. The words felt weak even as he put them down. He folded the paper, crushed it into a tight ball and set it aside for the trash later.

Sighing, Declan stood up and looked outside the window in his room. The morning sun was bright in the backyard. He saw the neighbour Mrs. Spears in her yard, tending to her flowerbed near the side fence between the two houses. She was kneeling on the grass, wearing gardening gloves and working the soil with a small trowel. Declan looked down at the woman with envy. She was free, completely unaware of the horrors persisting next door. Her life continued normally while his family was being torn apart from the inside.

He looked back at the paper on his desk when an idea struck him. He could use the note to pass on a message to Mrs. Spears. Sure, the cameras might probably catch him, but Lucas was currently busy at breakfast with his loyal sluts. If Declan managed to get the message out and get the police involved, there was a chance he would be able to turn the tables on the asshole.